Lyrics

Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ra

Up there in Ol 'Rockville
Delayed by at least a week
Mr Tony yodels on the airwaves
In tones so mean and on fleek

Afraid of any weather
Unable to shovel the snow
He can only sling the bull(Bleep)
'cause he does it for the dough

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra, Too-ra loo-ra li,
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra, shut up now - won't you die!
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra, Too-ra loo-ra li,
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra, That's a Satchmo lul-la-by

Now on to bracket pickin'
With guests from wall to wall
Courtney picks the Lumberjacks
She sure knows how to ball

With the prize closet overflowin'
I wish just once to win
But Tony keeps the good stuff
Courtney's entire collection

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra, Too-ra loo-ra li,
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra, shut up now - won't you die!
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra, Too-ra loo-ra li,
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra, That's a Satchmo lul-la-by